Wang Fang shared an apartment with three roommates, buying groceries and cooking every day, only to be forced to refund money and move out over an unclear price difference. She moved into a 15-square-meter single room, started a hand-rolled noodle stall from the morning market, and turned her small business into a major enterprise. The old acquaintances gradually returned, and misunderstandings were cleared up. Meanwhile, the honest express station manager came to buy a bowl of noodles earliest every day, helping her move tables and handing her tissues. She finally understood that life is meant to be lived for oneself.